Words don't come easily to me, they never have. Before I could speak I communicated through paint. My mother even told me that before I was walking, I disrupted an art activity my sisters were having by crawling over to their blanket covered with paper and paint and began to stick my podgy hands in the colour pots and then straight into my mouth.
Later, I would bypass the mouth and go straight to the paper, but my hands and other body parts have always loved getting involve
I've been lucky enough to be accepted to show at The Other Art Fair in Bristol. It's a little out of my comfort zone doing something like this, but I felt the time was right. However, now it is getting closer to the event I am feeling a little scared. But what is it exactly that I find so daunting? Being judged? No-one liking my work? Me standing alone as everyone else has a buzz around their stand? Having to talk about my work to people I don't know? Just having to talk abou